After another few minutes of pushing andstraining, no more came out of me. I looked up hopefully at Brenda, butshe shook her head in denial. "No baby....You have to sit there for a fewmore minutes, to make sure you're really finished." She giggled as sheadded, "I don't trust you, baby girl." She turned on the bathtub tapsand dropped the plug in the drain, then squirted some fragrant bubble-bath into the filling tub.I didn't see her collect her phone from the bench before she walked out.Brenda. Smiling with a dick in your mouth, and screaming as you shot a boy load with my finger in your tight bum. Should I get the photos out and show the guys to prove I am not lying??”I was beaten. I didn’t want these men seeing them, and I also knew how Mr Rogers had ‘suggested’ they might get dropped through our letterbox, or dropped on the school quad. I slowly moved towards the edge of the baseboard. As I got near the edge hands grabbed dicks and tried to push them towards me. I sighed very deep. "Open your eyes." Oh my God!" I whispered in disbelief. As I gazed into the large mirror to see not two beautiful girls and a man in drag as I was expecting but three beautiful ladies, all dressed and made up identically. I was wearing a long red wig and a pair of real feeling breasts jutted from my chest, filling the cups of the Basque I was wearing and jiggling as I gently squeezed them, my bright red fingernails matching the gloss that covered my lips."You've made me beautiful!" I exclaimed. At 5’7, slim and 30CC she was many teenage boys dream but that hadn’t stopped her now ex-boyfriend sleeping with the school slut just 2 months before they finished school forever. “Oh well,” she thought “The girls will help me forget that bastard over the next ten days in Turkey.” There would be four of them, Vikki, Steph, Tara and Charlie all heading for a last girls holiday before moving to different parts of the UK for university next year. The plan was sun, sea and after a little booze.